HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABDUL!

The day he said we met is not the day I remember; it is not the day that registered in my head. The day I remember is when I walked into the office and stopped in my tracks. Seated at the far left corner was the handsome, dapper and suave looking man. He had this aloof aura about him that made me want to get to know him more. THAT was the day we became friends. His name? ABDULLAHI AHMED aka Mr. Chelsea aka Talba aka Mr. sexy voice.

Since that day, Abdul has been one of my best buds, my confidante, my inspiration, my friend, my brother, my prod, my anchor, my optimist and my realist (it might sound different but with Abdul, those two words are one and the same).

The Drama Around Female Sex Organs

Woman covering her pubic region.
Image: Allure.

I went to a Christian secondary school and we had ‘born-again’ teachers who couldn’t talk about sex because they felt it was a sin. It was hard for them to even teach reproduction without blushing to an unhealthy hue of red.

When I was in JSS 3, I was selected for a seminar on sex education because I could talk about almost anything; even things people shied away from. The seminar was supposed to help our teachers combat their awkwardness by using the peer education system. After the seminar, I became a peer educator and the girl to talk to about sex! Trust me, I had classmates coming to me to ask all kinds of questions about sex that I was more than willing to answer.

REVIEW: DAN-MUTUM GWARZALA’s ‘GOD IS AN ENTREPRENEUR’

My friend, Dan-Mutum Gwarzala Jamilu contacted me about his book and I was wowed by the title; GOD IS AN ENTREPRENEUR. When he sent me a copy, I was riveted by the book. It is concise, clear and factual. It is an easy read that gives practical knowledge on how we Africans can get our act together and improve our economy and continent. It is a small book, so it means you wouldn’t get bored reading it.

Solitude

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

                              

  

                                 - Kenneth Jaro